Monday, December 11, 2006

Dont Talk Big - A Sabahan Joke

What a better way to start your week by having a smile on this Sabahan joke. I thought it was hilarious knowing Sabahan yang a bit sinting2 at times.

Gengster Kepayan
Pada suatu petang di sebuah bulatan Sembulan, kereta kancil putih dipandu dengan perlahan. Tiba-tiba melulu laju sebuah kereta honda hitam yang hendak memotong kancil tersebut. Kedengaran bunyi "Thud!" ketika kereta honda melanggar sisi kereta kancil tersebut. Kereta honda pun berhenti dengan serta merta dan disusuli kereta kancil. Dengan tangkas keluarlah pemandu kereta honda tersebut menuju ke arah pemandu kereta kancil yang juga turut keluar dari kereta. Pemandu kereta honda yang berbadan tegap dan berotot-otot, memaki ke arah pemandu kereta kancil "Hoi!! Lu buta kah! Lu tilak kenal siapa wa! Wa gengster sini!" Dikoyaknya baju singlet yang dipakai lalu menunjuk kepada gambar tatoo di sebelah kanan lengannya "Lu tau ini APA!! ULAR TEDONG!!" ditunjuknya tatoo di sebelah lengan kiri pula "Ini!! KALA JENGKING!!" ditunjuknya tatoo di sebelah dada "Ini!! HARIMAU!!" dan ditunjuknya tatoo di sebelah belakang "BURUNG HELANG!!!!!".

Pemandu kancil yang dari tadi terdiam sahaja, perlahan-lahan mengeluarkan dompetnya. Dari dompetnya, dikeluarkan sekeping kad lalu ditunjukkan kepada gengster tersebut "Saya POLIS!! Ikut saya ke balai!!". Lalu polis tersebut pun bawalah gengster ke balai polis Kepayan untuk disiasat.

Semasa dalam bilik siasatan, polis tadi menghentak kuat meja di depan gengster tersebut dan memaki "LU TADI CAKAP LU GENGSTER!!! LU BAGI TAU INI APA!!!" sambil menunjuk ke arah tatoo sebelah kanan lengan gengster tersebut. Gengster tersebut pun menjawab dengan perlahan-lahan dan bergetar-getar "...iiitu ccaacciingg ceeraawwit...". Polis itu pun menunjuk ke arah tatoo sebelah lengan kiri pula "INI APA??!!!" gengster pun jawab "kkuuuummmbbanngg". "INI??" tanya polis sambil menunjuk arah dada ganster. "kukukukukuku...CCIIINGGG!!!!" jawab gangster. Dan akhir sekali tatoo di sebelah belakang "INI PULA APA!!!!" tanya polis. Gengster pun jawab dengan takut "bbbuuurruunggg pipipipipippiiiittt.....".

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

A Christmas Gift

As I am preparing gifts to be placed under the Christmas tree for my nieces and nephews, and counsins I remember how poor we were when I was a kid that we rarely get any gifts at every Christmas throughout our growing up. Of course we understood the situation then, now that we are grown ups it is time to let and tell the people we love that we love them, at every opporutnity even though just a plain and simple gift of love.

For those of you celebrating Christmas here is another one of my all time favourite Christmas stories just to lift up your Christmas spirit this year.

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go ...' 'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse
the prices, wondering if kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for.

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around.

She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give this doll to.

"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her. 'I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly, "No, Santa Claus cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.'"

His eyes were so sad while saying this, "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'.

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mommy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few bills and said to the boy. "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?'

"Ok"' he said, "I hope that I have enough."

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money". Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me. I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my shopping cart. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-support machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was lying in state for people to see and make a last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.

The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:
1) Share this message to everybody that you know.
2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your heart.

If you send this message, you may probably bless someone's else life and most importantly, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk from driving especially during this holiday season.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Season Greetings To All Visitors

In approximately 3 weeks time, we will celebrating Christmas. Most of us would say that this year Christmas is just like last year’s too but if you want to make it a difference, you could, by believing this Christmas will offer more – joy and shared moments to all of us. What a better way to kick off the season with a Christmas story to hopefully open our minds and heart for a more blessed and memorable Christmas 2006. Season Greetings Everyone!
A Christmas Story
I put our Christmas tree up yesterday afternoon. For the first time, my four-year-old grandson Brendan helped.

“We’re working as a team, Papa!”

“Yes, baby. We’re a team.”

When we were finished we sat on the floor and shared a cup of hot chocolate together. The look in his eyes is what I remember of my own children and it brings conflicting emotions. I’m so glad we can make Christmas special for him, but I’m sad that I can no longer do so for my own kids. I hate them being gone and I miss them so much at this time of year.

After we’d finished our chocolate, I told Brendan there were a few more things remaining to do. Going out into the garage, I brought in a very special box. As I took the contents from the box one by one, I explained to Brendan what they were, and why I treasure them.

The first item was an old manger, dusty and weathered by time. It's fragile and showing its age now, but it’s not Christmas without it.

“Your great-grandmother Della gave me this when I was five years old.”

“Gosh, Pa! How old is it?”

“It’s forty-years old, son. I know that seems very old to you, as it did to me when I was young like you, but it passed so quickly, baby. You would have loved Granny, Mr. B, and she would have adored you.”

“Was she nice, Papa?”

“She was more than nice, son. She was the sweetest person I’ve ever known. We used to bake cookies together for Christmas. I mostly just got in the way, but she always had me help her. I loved sitting in her lap, eating warm snickerdoodles and drinking my chocolate milk.”

“I like to help you, and sit in your lap, Pa!”

“I know you do, baby. Papa likes it too.”

Smiling at my little grandson, I placed my grandmother’s manger under our tree and carefully arranged the white cloth around it to make it look like snow. My mind was flooded with memories of a lady I loved with all my heart and who I miss every day of my life. I can still see her smile, her eyes twinkling behind small, round glasses. I miss the warmth of her hugs, our talks on the porch, her tenderness and her wisdom.

My grandmother gave me a great gift, a gift I had to become much older to appreciate fully. She believed in me. I hope she’s looking down from Heaven today, and can see how much her little grandson still loves and cherishes her many years after her death.

Turning back to the box, I took out three tattered old stockings. They belonged to my children when they were small. I remember their excitement on Christmas morning when we handed them the stockings stuffed full of cookies and small toys, and with a note from Santa to each child. Brendan and I went downstairs to the fireplace, and as I lifted him up he placed each stocking on the mantle so Santa could see them.

“Mama has a surprise for you, baby.”

“What is it Pa?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Better go see!”

Brendan ran up the stairs yelling, “What do have for me, Ma?” After a moment, he excitedly cried out, “Pa! I got my own stocking! It’s just like the others and it has my name on it!”

“Well, you better bring it down here, honey.”

Brendan came back downstairs carefully holding his stocking so it wouldn’t drag on the floor. I lifted him again, and he proudly placed his alongside those of his aunt and uncles.

“Will I get something from Santa in my stocking, Pa?”

“Have you been a good boy this year?”

“Yes! I’m always a good boy except when I’m mad.”

Laughing, I told Brendan I was sure his stocking would be stuffed as full as Santa could get it. His happy smile lit up the room, and his Papa’s heart. He ran to tell his Mommy about his special gift, and left me alone in the family room with my children’s memories for a few moments. Where did the time go? How did my babies grow so fast? It seems like only yesterday when our home was filled with their laughter. When bedtime meant changing giggling little bodies into pajamas with feet. God, how I miss them. The only regret I have over my children is that I cannot do it all over again. I was lucky; I realized they were a gift from God and I cherished every day with them.

They’re grown and gone now, with children of their own. I'm very proud of them, but I still long for the days when they were small. My daughter laughs at me sometimes because I’m so sentimental. I can’t help it, it’s just who I am. I suppose it’s silly for a grown man’s eyes to fill with tears when he thinks of those he’s lost along the way. Sometimes the tears are sad and lonely, sometimes they’re filled with longing for another day of my long-ago life. Mostly, they are simply expressions of the love and gratitude I feel for those wonderful and wise people who made me what I am.

This year, Christmas is even more special because of how horrible and trying the year has been. I was hurt but I’m alive. My body was broken, but my spirit didn’t bend. I called on the strength and love of my youthful memories to pull me through. They didn’t fail me.

On Christmas morning I will watch my beloved grandson tear into his gifts with glee. I will smile, and his joy will be my greatest gift this season. My eyes will wander to the stockings hanging over the fireplace and the manger under the tree, and I will once again recall special people and cherished memories. I will see, in my mind’s eye, the bustle of my grandmother's kitchen and hear her soft singing as she bakes cookies for her grandson. I will hear again the laughter of my own children on those ancient Christmas mornings when they were young, and I will softly thank God in my heart for all his gifts to a foolish and undeserving man.
Courtesy: Donnie Marler (Thanks for a lesson learnt of a lifetime).

Friday, December 01, 2006

Don't Blow Your Weekend - A Joke

Weekend, yeahhh. I know everyone can't wait for weekend. I for one love weekend as this is the 2 days of the week where I can hang out with friends and relatives, visit my mom, go on dates, eat out in restaurant, and most of all go to clubs/pubs until well after midnite. For those of you young couples out there, as much as I enjoy the weekend, I am pretty sure you are too. Happy friday people. Just a joke to blow your mind away.

One night a guy takes his girlfriend home. As they are about to kiss each other goodnight, the guy starts feeling a little horny. With an arrogant confidence, he leans with his hand against the door and, smiling, he says to her: "Darling, would you give me a blowjob?" Horrified, she replies "Are you mad? My parents will see us!"

Him: "Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?"

Her: "No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?"

Him: "Oh come on! There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!"

Her: "No way. It's just too risky!"

Him (horny as hell): "Oh please, please, if you love me you will do it!?" (that old chestnut - notice how it always works though!!!)

Her: "No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!" (Not this time!)

Him: "Oh yes you can. Please?........"

Her: "No, no!! I just can't"

Him: "I beg you ... "

Out of the blue, the light on the stairs goes on, and the girl's little sister shows up in her pyjamas, hair dishevelled, and in a sleepy voice says: "Mum says to go ahead and give him a blowjob. Otherwise I can do it.

Or if need be, Mum says she can come down herself and do it.

But for f*** sake tell him to take his hand off the intercom ..."